It was raining, and my pace has fastened as I was about to get inside the bus.

"All the passengers, please remain in the seats," the driver shouted as the people saw me stepping inside the vehicle.

While I was looking for my seat, few people was starting to stare at me. Especially the two women who were having their 'whispered' conversations for each other.

Is there something wrong with me? As far as I remembered, I took a bath, combed my hair neat, worn my most comfortable suit, and had taken my breakfast. As I sat down on the seat of the bus, I then noticed that there's a guy who was following me. But he did not took the vacant seat beside me.

The whispers of the people made me feel uncomfortable with how they do it.

'He looks hilarious, shouldn't he sat beside his wife?' 'Quite intriguing, I see.' 'This couple's not gonna last long.' 'I agree with you.' 'Couples like them shouldn't be married at all.'

Are they talking about me and that guy?

In confusion, I looked at my back to take a glance towards these women who makes false gossips. I creased my forehead towards them and rolled my eyes. I heard the gasps from the both of them, but it ain't my care. Why do they want to monger about the lives of the others anyway? Is their lives that petty? What a shame.

Along the way, the women didn't do anything but feed everyone's minds inside the bus on how ingrate I am. The were really shaming me indirectly. I don't want to make any scene in this vehicle, but my patience is getting thinner than a paper.

When the bus had stopped to my desired destination, I shot up from my seat and get near to these mongering women with no shame.

"What a pity, do you know the word, Delicadeza? I think that's the thing that lacks the both of you. Next time you monger the gossips about the lives of the others, make sure you have dignity in your selves. Stop being nosy." Then I left the bus to walk from the stop going home.

The women were shocked when I told them that.

Imagine, a young adult was giving these elders a good lesson. It's a great shame, isn't it?

But I have the point in there. They should have their mouths shut instead of talking about the people's lives.

This is one of the problems in the socciety. No one would be saved when no one would stood up. Knives and swords are no use when the mouths of the unashamed are sharper than them.

And I should not have spoken to them earlier, but they were getting on my nerves. Why don't they get a life of their own and just be silent when they see auspicious? They're making themselves a laughing stock.

As I got home, I see that the lock was opened. The door was even left a little ajar.

They must be here again.

With that thought, I immediately walked towards the kitchen where the clanking and crackling sounds were heard.

I saw the man who was in his formal suit, cooking some food.

"You should have at least locked the door when You're here," I spoke.

He looked back and gave his sheepish smile before looking back to what he was cooking.

"Tsk, then you would kick my ass? Come on, Amalfi, I knew what you're gonna do already." He then turned off the stove and took the serving plate from the cupboard. "It would be nice if you give me some compliments today, I have worn my best outfit just to escape Mom's grasp."

I snorted, "Dude, you look shit. Who would gonna wear a suit in the kitchen? No one had done that. And three-piece suit at that. You're kinda stupid."

His face went horrified when he heard what I said and held his chest. Acting as if he was in pain.

"I didn't know my sister has grown this much bitchier than me! What a horrible sight!" he exclaimed and continues his fainting act.

I swish my hand, "Stop acting, Zagreb. You did not fit to act like a woman."

"You ain't as well like it! Imagine you're a woman and yet you act more manly than I am! No wonder Mom hates you seeing in my shirt and pants," he shot back but I just rolled my eyes.

"Your shirt and pants were much lady-like than what Mom gave me on my last ten birthdays." I then crossed my legs and folded my arms to make him see that this lady he was facing will never wear what her Mom was insisting her to try on.

"Oh.. Yeah," he conceded and then sat on the chair beside me.

"By the way, the company was hiring a new position. I think it was fashion designing for the artists," he informed as he put the food to my plate.

I looked at him, "No way."

"Yes way, Mom has fired the last designer because of the intentional mismatches of the fabric to the color of the new artist today. To tell you what? She done that because she was jealous. Imagine a black woman to be an artist, our very own 'karen' just made a scene."

I let eyebrow up, "That's quite a scene. Tsk, racist."

"Yeah, right?"

"Where's Vidalia? Didn't saw her here," I ask as I was taking a spoonful of what he was cooking to my mouth.

"She's in your room. You know, you locked our room doors and she's dead tired." Then he took my spoon, "And I will take that. You shouldn't eat my food without plate. My food always gets spoiled when you eat them."

I just rolled my eyes on him and left him in the kitchen to get to my room where my sister sleeps as of the moment.

When I entered my room, I saw her on my bed, snoring like a cow.

For a small woman, she's quite a loud sleeper. And that's why her room in here has thick sound-proofed walls just for us to peacefully sleep at night.

And since her room was still locked, I took my keys from my pocket and went to their rooms. Unlocking them.

I entered my room again to wake her up.

"Hey, wake up," I spoke.

She immediately squinted her eyes because I disturbed her rest. Yes, she may have loud snorings, but she's also a light sleeper. Small sounds that didn't came from her mouth could wake her up. And until now, that was still a mystery for me.

Coz she's as if she didn't sleep at all.

"Amalfi, you bitch. You should have at least knocked on my room," she snorted then rolled her eyes before covering her face with my pillow.

I slapped her leg that made her jot up on my bed.

"What the f—oh." She noticed that the room seems to be more different from her taste.

Tsk, stupid.

"Yes, oh. Now get out of my room," I spoke. Emphasizing the word 'my' to indicate that this room is mine and not hers.

It took her a good ten seconds before she hugged me tight.

"I missed you, bitch. Gotta go now, thanks for waking me up!" She then stood up and walked straight towards my doorway.

"Tsk, what a light-headed," I shooked my head while arranging my bed back to how it was neatly arranged.

I don't have OCD, but I Hate it when my room's a mess. Especially when it was made by others.